Friday, December 27, 2013

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entirely coincidental.

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THE THIRD PARTY

The sun, sending its rays to warm a decaying world, burned on his
back and cast his shadow over the rubble terrain. Brick Johnson pondered
the world he knew had ceased to be, the whole of humanity in its
entirety. He stopped walking to rub the back of his neck. It was stiff
and sore and not the only place his body hurt. Luckily he had no mirror
to look at himself. The bruises, cuts, and dirt wouldn‘t make an
uplifting sight to his already down mood.

Their last brigade got destroyed yesterday. He gritted his teeth at
the thought of that night. It was an utter defeat, all death. His
comrades-in-arms, his friends, were dead in minutes. He only survived
because he ran. He balled his hands and looked over his shoulder, the
sun rays blinding him. There was no point in going back; they would be
waiting.

With each step he took, dust puffed up. Nobody knew how much nuclear
waste was mixed into this dirt. Each step he took was more than likely
killing him little by little. Looking ahead he saw a field of more
rubble where once houses, factories, and other buildings had stood. A
little farther down there were patches of dirt and charcoaled stumps of
trees stretched out towards an incline. He was sure he would find more
rubble beyond the slope, and if unlucky, a sentry, gun-mounted
watchtower that would make minced meat out of him.

Looking up the incline, he ascertained the best path to take. He
slung his rifle on his back, the belt crossed over his chest. The
previous night he had packed light for the assault: standard issue
desert fatigues, body armor strapped tight underneath his jacket, and a
utility tool belt with ammo pouches and holster. The grade wasn‘t that
steep and was manageable for him with his current load.
Dangling from his belt was his empty canteen. He smirked. At most he
could go three days without water. While touching his blistered lips, he
imagined the agony of dying of thirst. He unbuttoned his jacket to help
his body cool down a little.

Brick checked if everything was still in place: half a dozen rifle
clips tied together in pairs, his pistol snug in its holster, six more
clips for his gun, three grenades, and his bowie knife in its scabbard.
His equipment was Army issue except for the body armor, which he
bought himself, and his rifle. The body armor was the latest high-tech,
civilian gear available, more advanced compared to what the Army had
available for its grunts. Its fabric was made of a material that
hardened on impact, but otherwise stayed malleable, and fitted snugly
and light to the body. With his sergeant pay he could only afford the
chest armor and not the complete body suit.

They had been loaded and stocked for an assault on a Russian base
when they got ambushed. It shamed him that he did not even fire one
shot; he just fled. The ambushers wore black, and bullets bounced off
their armored truck. They came in quick, and it was over and done within
mere minutes. Brick shook his head in a vain attempt to shake off the
memory.

Climbing up the hill, huffing with each push and pull upwards, the
energy seeped out of his body. Had he more food and water in him, he
would have crawled up the incline in a heartbeat. Brick crawled over the
ridge instead, licking the salty sweat on his blistered lips. It stung,
but still felt uplifting, knowing he at least kept some fluids from
leaving his body.

At the top, after a ten-foot stretch, it sloped steeply down. As far
as the horizon, he saw tree stumps intermixed with patches of rubble
where houses had been and roads had snaked the landscape. You could not
tell if it was the Russo-Chino alliance that did the leveling or the
Army. So many battles had happened that one couldn‘t know for sure. They
were senseless battles in a senseless war to control a dying world.

They had destroyed his part of the world, while Russia and China only
got partially scorched. After years of secret preparations, the sneaky
bastards caught the world with its pants down in a surprise attack. It
wouldn‘t stay like that for long; something more terrible was coming.
However, the world he and everybody else knew was already gone.

He crept closer to the ridge, hugging the ground so as not to stick
out and give any sniper a chance to blow his head off. He inched ahead,
his rifle leading the way. The sun stood high just behind him, so it
wouldn‘t reflect off his scope, but anyone looking in his direction
would see him. He had to be fast, because soon the sun would shift and
whoever was out there might spot him.

He quickly scanned the ridges and creases for life and saw none. What
he did see was a former lake now filled with mud and a stone
outcropping surrounding it. Beyond that, at the horizon, was a wall with
sentry towers running a mile apart. A cloud drifted in front of the
sun, casting the area in front of him in shadows. Slowly, it drifted
away and released the light on the landscape. Something glistered far
away. He swung his rifle up and pressed his eye against the scope. A
Russian military vehicle was parked under a rock outcropping, hidden
from view. It was a scout vehicle, looking for people like him. It was
their bad luck he had found them first. Making as little noise as
possible, he chambered a bullet.

He scanned the area in close proximity to the vehicle and found the
body of a Russian soldier on the ground. Someone might have gotten to
them before he did. Only one body, he thought, there had to be more.
He looked again, but found nothing. He returned his attention to the
vehicle. He couldn‘t see inside the slit in front because the sun
reflected on the glass. Brick waited for a cloud to pass in front of the
sun or for the sun to move past him. He wiped the sweat from his brow.
If fluids kept draining from his body like this, he wouldn‘t last long.
It was a good thing he might soon find water on the dead soldiers.

Shade fell over them. He saw some movement behind the slit. A dark
face and eyes, a woman going by the shape of the eyes, probably a Cuban.
Some of the bastards had stayed friends with the damn Russians even
after the Cuban embargo got lifted in 2020. His trigger finger tensed.

Saturday, December 14, 2013

This e-book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and
incidents are products of the writer's imagination or have been used
fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to
persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is
entirely coincidental.

All rights are reserved. No part of this book may be used or
reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the
author.

CHAPTER ONE

Linda looked up from her lap, staring ahead to nowhere in particular.
He was talking, but she didn‘t hear what he was saying, only the sound
of his baritone voice. It still sent pleasant chills up her body, though
long gone were the days she cared much about what he had to say. Now it
only managed to taint the pleasantness of his voice.
It had been six months since the accident and his miraculous rise
from death, six months in which he had changed. The change had
transformed their relationship in ways she never expected. Not only had
he changed, but also she had changed along with him. The angrier he
became, the more she stopped caring.
Faintly, she shook her head as he kept babbling.
John had grown distant, detached, and rage rooted deep in him, which
made it difficult for him to relax. She didn‘t notice it at first, as
happy as she was he was still alive. However, as the first few months
had passed, she had become desperate for things to return to how they
were. Now, she had moved on, and soon, she would have to decide what she
would do.
“Linda.”
She kept staring, not answering him, as he approached her from behind.
“Linda!” he yelled.
She looked at his reflection in the window. He stood behind her, his
left brow raised, his face a mask of annoyance. He nudged her shoulder,
all gentleness left his touch.
“Hey, listen to what I‘ve got to say.”
She shrugged away from his touch and turned to face him. Her
shoulders sagged, her chin dipped, and she furrowed her brow. “Sorry, I
was thinking about work. We are getting a new temp, and I have to
supervise her. It will be a busy day today.”
His nostrils flared. He sighed. She quickly stood and backed away
from him, slowly raising her hands. She saw hurt in his eyes before he
lowered his head, casting his gaze to the floor.
“I understand,” he mumbled. “I‘m sorry.”
She grabbed his hands, more out of reflex than caring, and squeezed them. “It‘s okay. What did you want to tell me?”
His eyes lightened and he smiled, a first this morning, a first in a
long time. It tore her up that she couldn‘t answer his smile. He blurted
out, “Dinner. Tonight. I have something important to tell you.”
“Can‘t you tell me now?”
“No, it has to be tonight!”
“All right, all right, tonight it is.”
“I have to go now, Mrs. Greenwich needs a package delivered.”
“Again?”
“Yes, it‘s been two weeks already since last time I went.”
“You do know it is going to rain today, right?”
He shrugged. “Maybe it will, maybe it won‘t. I‘ll see you at seven, at your place.”
The right hook of her mouth rose into half a smile. “Yeah, sure.”
He left. Once the door closed behind him, she fell on the sofa,
covered her face with her hands, and sobbed. After a long while of
weeping and trying to get all the sadness out, the feeling stayed that
she was a caged animal unable to set herself free. She wiped her tears
and sat for a minute in silence, staring at nothing while she worked up
the strength to stand up and start her day.
Finally, she got up and went upstairs to her bedroom to change into
her work clothes. She took out an old uniform–a dress ending above her
knees. A play thing really. Nurses don‘t wear dresses like this anymore.
She had lost weight, and now the dress hung loosely over her body. John
liked watching her in uniform. Not anymore. Not ever again. She put it
back and put on white trousers and shirt. They fit loosely around her
body, but comfortable instead of ill fitting like the dress. An added
bonus was it also hid her body, making her less attractive.
She went to the bathroom to get ready to go. As she brushed her
teeth, she looked in the mirror. Her pale face matched the white of her
nursing uniform. Under her almond eyes, she had a blue patch, and the
luster had disappeared from her eyes a long time ago. The only bright
thing about her was her hair, always a striking red.
She sighed, rubbed her eyes, looked at the clock, and grunted. “Running late again.”
She pulled her hair in a knot and smiled at the mirror. “Sexy vixen nurse turned strict school teacher.”
She laughed at her silliness. John and she used to joke around
together, and they had fun together. Of course, since the accident, that
had stopped. It didn‘t feel right bantering on her own; it was crazy.
But, could anybody really blame her for going insane?
She hurried downstairs and out the door. The sun shone a yellow glow,
hanging midair in a clear blue sky. As she walked to her car, she
noticed a small dark cloud forming where there had been none before. One
dark spot in an otherwise wholesome sight.
She reached her white sedan and noticed his bicycle leaning against
the fence. He was going to take his time walking all the way. Knowing
him, it meant he wanted time to think. Maybe he would find some
tranquility and recover a little of his former self, though it was a
little too late. No, he wouldn‘t change. No matter how much thinking he
did, he wouldn‘t. She glanced at the cloud. It had grown larger. He was
going to get wet.
Smiling, she opened the car door and sat behind the wheel. She turned
the key in the ignition, and the radio sputtered on as the engine
revved awake. To the beat of hard rock clamoring out of her car
speakers, she drove out of her driveway and onto the road.
It was a fifteen-minute drive from home to work. She could make it
blindfolded by now, having done it a thousand times since she took the
job. Nearing an intersection, she turned to the right. In the rearview
mirror, she saw a squad car gaining on her. It passed her, the lights
flashing, but the siren was off. Linda frowned. Could it be him? He
always waited to put the siren on until the last moment. She followed
the squad car until it disappeared. After a short while, she heard a
siren fade away.
She caught herself smiling in the rearview mirror and she blushed. It
was wrong to like someone else, no matter how much her relationship
with John was at an end. She couldn‘t deny her waning feelings for John,
especially after what he did to her. Mr. Law Enforcement gave her the
warmth she needed, something John had long denied. Her smile faded, and
her face turned dark like the cloud in the sky. She needed to make a
choice soon. Today.
The hospital rose over the buildings ahead, the big red H on top
clearly visible. It was the only hospital in the vicinity, servicing the
towns in the immediate area. It even had a helicopter pad on top for
remote emergencies. The big H was supposed to function as some sort of a
beacon for the pilots. She chuckled at the sight of it. Such a big,
shining thing was hard to miss. However, it was there more for feeding
someone‘s ego than any practicality, for it actually made it more
difficult for the pilots to land on the roof. Some doctors were fond of
it. It gave them some sense of belonging, especially Dr. Stevenson. He
liked all things big and grand. He was a real bastard.
With her thoughts somewhere else, she drove up the hospital‘s
driveway, not paying much attention because nobody ever crossed here.
Out of the corner of her left eye, she saw a shadow moving. Her whole
body tensed as she stepped hard on the brakes. The car screeched to a
halt. A young, pale woman with long dark hair in a nursing uniform stood
frozen in front of the hood. With large eyes, she stared at Linda.
Slowly, her stare turned into a wretched look, and her charcoal eyes
burned like embers in a hot fire. Their eyes locked, and the young
woman‘s look softened and her body relaxed. Linda gasped for air, only
now realizing she had forgotten to breathe since breaking. Linda had
never seen her before–at work or in town.
She rolled down the car window. “I am sorry. I didn‘t see you.”
The young woman smiled at Linda. “Well, you did see me, or else I
would be under or above your car. I‘m fine, so please don‘t worry about
it.”
Linda returned the smile, already forgetting the ugly look the woman
gave her before. “I‘m Linda.” Pointing at the woman‘s uniform, Linda
asked, “Are you new here?”
“I‘m Amber, and yes, it is my first day.”
Linda opened the passenger door. “Come on in.”
Amber walked over to the other side; she floated with grace and
agility. She stuck her head inside. “It‘s not far. I don‘t mind
walking.”
“Are you the new temp?”
Amber nodded.
“Then I‘m the one supervising you, so we might as well stick together.”
Amber looked away, bit her lower lip, and took her place beside
Linda. Once seated, she stretched her legs out. Amber‘s bare feet were
covered in mud, as were the cuffs of her white pants.
“Where are your shoes?”
Amber glanced at her feet and smiled wryly. “I didn‘t bring them.”
“You mean you forgot to put them on?”
“Yes, I meant that.”
“On your first day?”
Amber eyes widened, and the words left her mouth slowly. “Yeah. Well, will it be a problem?”
Linda huffed. “Will it be a problem, she asks. Where have you been? Living in the woods or a cave your whole life?”
“How…?” She gulped in what she wanted to say. “No. I mean, no I don‘t live in the forest.”
“You can‘t go inside looking like that”
Amber cast her eyes down and stared at her feet, her lips twisted
into a frown, and she kept silent. The whole ordeal made Linda feel
uncomfortable. She was about to say something when they heard a loud
honk. They jumped in their seats. Linda turned the ignition, and in her
haste, she released the clutch too soon. The car jumped forward and the
engine stalled. The driver behind them honked twice more. She fumbled
with the keys and managed to start the car. When Linda drove away, Amber
turned around and flipped the driver the finger.
“Jeez, Amber, are you planning to keep your job? That was Dr. Stevenson.”
She sped to the parking lot, drove up to the farthest end, away from
the reserved parking spots the doctors and the hospital administration
staff used. Once parked, she turned the engine off and stared straight
ahead. Her day was getting worse by the minute. She glanced sideways at
Amber. Her chin was down, her eyes closed, and she was mumbling
something unintelligible.
“Don‘t worry about it,” Linda said.
Amber kept mumbling, eyes closed.
“I have a spare uniform and shoes I can lend you.”
Still, she didn‘t get a response. Linda touched Amber‘s arm. As if a
bolt had struck her, Amber jerked up straight, eyes wide in panic.
“Don‘t touch me.”
Startled, Linda put her hands up to ward Amber off. “What‘s up with you?”
Amber waved her hand as if to deny any wrongdoing. “Sorry, I didn‘t
mean to do that. You startled me. I guess I‘m nervous about this all”
Linda opened the door. Cold, fresh air blew in the car as she stepped out. Amber did the same.
“Linda, I am really sorry. This is all new to me; please don‘t be angry.”
“I‘m not angry! I just didn‘t expect that. It‘s so random.”
Amber‘s cheeks turned a shade brighter. “Again, I apologize. I didn‘t mean to upset you.”
“It‘s all good; you‘re still alive, aren‘t you?” Linda popped the
trunk open and took out her spare pants. They were like the ones she was
wearing, only a duller white. “Catch.”
With both hands, in a quick smooth motion, Amber caught them from the
air. Linda searched the trunk for the shoes. She was sure she left a
pair in there somewhere. She found them under John‘s sport bag. She
slammed the trunk shut.
“What are you doing?” Linda watched Amber bend over, showing her bare
butt, about to pull the pants up. She stopped and glance over her
shoulder to look at Linda with raised eyebrows.
“I‘m putting them on? Was I not supposed to?”
“Silly goose, not out in the open for everybody to see!”
Amber shuffled to the car door with the pants at her ankles. She stretched her hand to open it.
“Never mind that now. Pull the pants up.”
Amber stood motionless for a second before quickly doing as she was told.
“Here.” Linda handed her the shoes. Amber held them in her hands, turned them about, and looked inside them.
“Don‘t tell me you have never worn shoes before! Who are you?”
“Yes, I have!” She quickly put them on. “Thanks for everything, for being so kind to me.”
“You better be thankful. I don‘t even know why I‘m helping you. You are an odd one.”
“I am sorry about that,” Amber said, blushing.
“Stop saying you are sorry all the time. Hmm, the shoes are a bit big for you.”
Amber squatted down and started untying one noose.
“Don‘t do that.”
“But you said.”
Linda sighed and looked up to the sky for some sense but didn‘t find any. “Don‘t mind the shoes. It will be fine.”
Amber got up and touched Linda‘s hand. Her hand was soft, touching
Linda gently, and sending a feeling of well-being up her arm and to the
rest of her body. Linda staggered back. Who is she?
“Why do you feel bad?” Amber asked.
Linda took a step back. “Just like that, totally random, you ask me that?”
Linda walked away from the young woman. She shrugged the weirdness off and glanced over her shoulder. “Are you coming or not?”
Amber caught up to her in quick little strides. Fast, short, weird thing, Linda thought.
Close to the entrance, Dr. Rudolph Stevenson leaned against his
station wagon, waiting for them. He was the chief coroner at the New
Hope Hospital, middle-aged and balding. His slender wrists stuck out of
the too-short sleeves of his doctor‘s coat. His eyes snaked over Amber,
looking her up and down. Linda didn‘t like the look on his face, the way
his eyes twinkled with a twisted joy, and that sleazy smile.
“The perv sure enjoyed it,” Linda mumbled.
“Enjoyed what?” Amber asked.
“Your sweet cheeks.”
“Oh. Hey, wait! It‘s the same guy that honked at us?”
“Yes, and a nice first impression you made on your first day. So please keep your cool.”
Amber planned to walk by him as if they had not seen him, but Rudolph stepped in their way. “Ladies.”
“Doctor,” Linda said.
Ignoring Linda, he looked at Amber with hungry eyes. A bulge grew at
his crotch–a nauseating sight. Linda blamed herself for seeing that; her
eyes shouldn‘t even be that low, but it stood out.
“Doctor, could you please step aside?”
He sneered at her. “Doctor who?”
“Stevenson could you move aside.”
“Dr. Stevenson.”
Linda smiled at him. “Yes, doctor.”
Amber stood on her toes and raised her mouth to Linda‘s ear. “Did you not just tell me to keep my cool?”
The doctor‘s nose flared as he addressed Amber. “Missy, I‘m standing right here.”
“Don‘t call me missy! I am old enough to be–”
“Girl, do you know who you are talking to?”
Amber rolled her eyes. “Yes, I do.”
“Then show me some respect.”
Amber raised her shoulders. “Why should I? I don‘t like you.”
Rudolph patted his puffed out chest with his right hand. “Because I‘m a doctor.”
“I know. So? I still don‘t like you.”
Rudolph‘s face turned red as he spat out the words. “I‘m a doctor, you hear me! A doctor!”
He poked her chest between her breasts. “You are just a nurse, a new
one at that too. You are a nothing. That‘s what you are. Nothing.”
Amber wiped his spit from her face. Her smirk faltered and went over
into trembling lips, so did her hands. The hair on Linda‘s arms rose up;
it felt as if an electric charge was building in the air around them.
She had a bad feeling about what was about to happen. She pulled Amber
behind her.
“Doctor, that is no way to talk to a coworker.”
“It‘s you and that finger-flipping bitch that needs to watch their tone.”
His pointing finger came dangerously close to poking Linda‘s breast.
Linda slapped his hand away. “You touch me, and I will break that
finger. Understood, doctor?”
Amber peeked from behind Linda. She looked up from her brows with
moist eyes. “I didn‘t flip you the finger. How dare you say that.”
He looked from the one to the other and rested his eyes on Amber. As
he stepped back, he pointed a shaking finger at Amber while making sure
he was out of their reach. “Yes, you did. I saw you.”
Amber stepped from behind Linda and raised her head defiantly. “Prove it.”
“My word counts more than yours around here. I‘m going to report you. You can kiss that job of yours goodbye.”
Linda laughed. She winked at Amber. “I also didn‘t see anything happen, and I will testify if needed.”
“You can‘t do that.”
“Yes, I can. Now move aside, doctor.”
She took Amber by her hand and shoved Rudolph aside. Flabbergasted, he watched them walk away. His bulge deflated.

CHAPTER TWO

“Lucretia!”
The old hag, old only in age, looked at her reflection in a mirror.
The frame was of nice smooth polished human bones, with carved quartz
and gemstones inlayed.
“Lucretia!”
The stones emitted a yellow-orange glow. She admired her reflection:
her smooth, pale skin, her narrow nose, her almost black eyes, and her
thick, long black hair shining with health. Above all, she cherished her
youthful, yet still mature, appearance. A youth not her own, nor hers
alone. She may look in her late twenties, but her real age spanned many
lifetimes. She smiled, barring her teeth, which were pointier than most.
“Lucretia!”
Sound came from the mirror. Her reflection blurred and transformed
into another face, the face of a younger woman in both appearance and
age. Like herself, she had pale skin, long black hair, and dark eyes.
“High Sorceress, you called?”
“How are the preparations going?”
“We have all the ingredients for the spell. The old one is on her
way; the succubi are with her. The church is ready for us, and I turned
the priest.”
“Turned?”
A vile, animalistic smile formed on Lucretia‘s face. “Yes, he is wild
now.” She licked her black lips while her eyes burned a steamy fire. “I
like them wild.”
The High Sorceress frowned. “Enough, child!”
Lucretia‘s face turned stoic like that of an old Greek goddess, long dead. “My apologies, High Sorceress.”
“And?”
“High Sorceress?”
“Is that all you have to report?”
Lucretia‘s eyes widened for a split second. “Yes.”
“What about the sacrifice!”
“Oh, her.”
“Yes, her!”
“She wanted to explore the town and experience life.”
“What! She will experience life enough through me. Why did you not stop her?”
Lucretia cast her eyes down and kept silent.
“Bah, of course you couldn‘t. She is more powerful than you ever will be.”
Lucretia nodded. “Yes, she made that clear to me.”
“So you tried and failed. Good girl. At least you have that going for you.”
The High Sorceress laughed. Lucretia lips thinned to a stripe in response. “We will get her back.”
“No! Never mind her. She knows her place. She will return in time.”
“Are you sure of that? She is unpredictable.”
“Are you telling me that I am wrong?”
The High Sorceress stretched her arm, finger pointed at the image of
Lucretia. Lucretia‘s pupils widened. She fervently shook her head. The
sorceress mumbled ancient words, vile, dark, not-to-be-spoken words.
They filled the room with their resonance; black energy came free all
around them. Lucretia grabbed her throat. Her mouth opened and closed
like a fish out of water. Air wouldn‘t come in despite her effort to
breathe.
The High Sorceress balled her hands into fist. Lucretia wheezed.
Slowly, the High Sorceress released her fist. Air poured again in
through Lucretia‘s throat to her lungs. For a minute longer, she
breathed heavy before she collected herself and bowed her head. “I was
wrong to doubt you, my High Sorceress. Please forgive me. I‘ll never do
it again.”
“You better not, and let this be a lesson to you. I am never wrong.”
“Yes, mistress.”
“We command you to be gone now.”
The sorceress waved her hands, and again she could admire her fleeting beauty.
The time had come for a renewal, however inconvenient the timing. It
would be worth it, because this time the sacrifice would do for eons to
come while most only lasted a few decades. It was difficult to fathom
such a source of power existed in one being, one who, in time, could
equal the power they had together as many.
With the sacrifice, her power may become supreme, enough to vanquish
an undead with the ease of kicking a puppy to death. She had one
particular undead in mind, one who she would love to use this power on
once she gained it. It would send a warning to the others, that there
was a new superior force in the world to contend with, and maybe she‘d
become the supreme being. They would see; they all would soon see, and
not long after, the world would be covered in darkness and those now
living in light would see.

***

Lucretia stared at the wall where the image of the one of many
appeared moments before. She massaged her throat; it still felt sore.
She closed her eyes and projected in her mind the power of nature.
“Oh, nature, listen to me, grant me your power to heal against those
who wronged me. Goddesses, aid me in my need, no matter how undeserving I
am, for nature is the power to heal all, even those like me.”
Her hands buzzed with energy. It soothed her throat, and the burning
sensation subsided though the pain lingered. The power of nature, or
better, her command of it, wasn‘t enough to counteract the dark power
inflicted on her. It didn‘t help either that she was a creature of the
night, though a long time ago things were different. A look of longing
passed over her face. She tore herself away from the thoughts forming
about a life long gone, one she couldn‘t possibly ever return to, bound
as she was to this fate she carved out for herself. She sighed. Today
had been the second time she had to heal herself. Because of what she
was–and also the reason her fate was tarnished–she could regenerate, but
that would take time she didn‘t have.
“Me and my mouth. One day it will be the end of me.”
She stood in the church, facing the cross and Jesus Christ nailed on
it. His eyes fixed on her countenance. She slipped out of her black
dress. Defiantly, she pushed her chest forward, her breasts dangling
together with her perky, dark nipples. “You liked it, didn‘t you?”
Her laugh howled an echo in the near-empty church. “I did your priest
on your altar, and did you help him? Did you smite me down with your
righteous wrath?”
Moving swiftly like a breeze in the evening, she approached the altar
and caressed the top. She closed her eyes and channeled her powers.
With the sharp nail of her middle finger, she scratched her left breast.
Blood dripped on her finger. The air around her filled with a magnetic
charge. She stretched both arms out toward the statue, her palms facing
forward. She mumbled words, dark words not fit for this world. The
statue crumbled. She closed her hands into a fist and howled. Jesus
exploded into a cloud of dust and clay, and fell broken on the floor.
She twisted her left hand. The big cross turned upside down, and she
rested it on the floor. Sweat ran down her naked body while she breathed
heavily between laughs.
She felt relieved over the work she had done, the tension gone from her. She wobbled to the door on the left. “Priest!”
A growling from behind the door greeted her. “It‘s time for service.”

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About Me

Alex Rosaria writes mainly horror stories, but also likes to branch out to other genres when his creativity demands it.
He loves the freedom writing gives in creating any story that comes up in his mind, and to share this with anyone willing to read this.